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Chapter 1842 The People of the Dynasty Belong to the Gods
The moment the Son of God appeared, the whole world became quiet.

All living beings felt an inexplicable awe and reverence in their hearts, and an emotion of infinite worship and admiration in their hearts, and they wished they could kneel down and worship him.

This has been an instinct for tens of millions of years.

Has this instinct changed since the establishment of the Datu Dynasty?
No.

At the beginning of the Datu Dynasty, the founding emperor set the national policy of "respecting gods and loving the people". The founding emperor keenly discovered the tremendous power of faith and gods, so he obeyed this power and united more forces, thus establishing a dynasty that dominated the world.

At that critical moment in those years, there was no shortage of kings who completely denied the gods.

Many kings regarded gods as sins. Wherever they went, they cut down mountains and destroyed temples, destroying all beliefs and establishing their own dynasty's ruling foundations.

There really are kings who have this kind of awareness.

However, these radical kings are all dead.

Either they died in internal unrest, or they died from kings like Tu Sanyi who adopted the national policy of uniting more forces, like a flash in the pan, and did not grow up.

In the current Datu Dynasty, almost all soldiers and civilians are loyal believers of the gods.

In the eyes of the people and soldiers, the status of gods is far greater than that of kings.

At this moment, an inexplicable sense of familiarity and awe in their hearts made many soldiers hesitate and resist the urge to kneel on the ground.

But the next moment,
boom!
A loud thunder appeared in the endless sky, and an extremely tall and hazy figure appeared in the sky, casting a bolt of thunder to the earth, landing on King Zheng's head, forming a crown of thunder.

This is the king favored by the Supreme Emperor!
This is the king favored by the Heavenly King Zhenyue, who is worshipped by all believers day and night, the Linglong Commander of the Seven Treasures who subdues demons, the Thunderous Heavenly Soldiers who protects the country and the people!
In an instant, all the believers knew the answer.

"Meet the Emperor!"

"…the seven treasures that subdue demons, shining with spiritual light to break all darkness;"

"... With exquisite magic, he wields the sword of wisdom to slay all evil spirits. He commands thunder and lightning, commands the weapons of the three realms, and cleanses the evil spirits. The heavenly soldiers shine brightly, shocking the nine underworld monsters. He clears the universe with his might, and the evil spirits flee. He calms the mountains and brings peace to the earth..."

At this moment, the vast majority of believers knelt on the ground involuntarily and recited the highest scriptures, their piety reaching the limit in an instant.

Most of the people and soldiers of the entire Datu Dynasty instantly defected to King Zheng and knelt at his feet.

Among these believers were a large number of important civil and military officials, meritorious officials who had been conferred the title of duke or marquis, and even Tu Sanyi’s own descendants.

A dynasty of destiny, supported by the people!
At this moment, endless dynasty luck gathered towards King Zheng and condensed above his head, forming rays of luck and colorful clouds that were invulnerable to all kinds of attacks. Streams of dragon energy flowed down, exuding supreme dignity and majesty.

The fortune of the dynasty belongs to the Son of God!
"Rebel,"

"Be punished!"

The Son of God Xingtian spoke with dignity, speaking the laws of heaven.

Boom!

The luck of the dynasty gathered into a terrifying thunder, which rumbled down on the red fire dragon in the sky, knocking Tu Sanyi to the ground in an instant, and causing hundreds of thousands of soldiers who still chose to follow Tu Sanyi to spit out blood and fall to the ground.

"escape!"

"Get away from here!"

Tu Sanyi was filled with endless fear.

Under this terrible pressure, the fragile dragon of dynasty's destiny had lost its composure, and carrying with it hundreds of thousands of soldiers, it turned into a fire dragon and fled madly towards the capital, escaped into a teleportation array, disregarding everything and abandoning it.

King Zheng followed slowly.

Countless clouds of thunder and luck appeared behind him, swallowing up the hundreds of millions of troops of the former Tu Dynasty in an instant, and transformed into a sky-covering thunder that flew in the sky, driving Tu Sanyi, who was like a headless fly, like a flock of sheep, and driving him towards the designated altar.

The Heavenly Altar is in the Tianlian Realm, the place with the strongest human destiny.

Here, the hundreds of millions of troops and the destiny of humanity of the entire Datu Dynasty will be sacrificed to the Emperor, leaving no one behind, to complete this final and most precious harvest. After tens of thousands of years of cultivation, the fruit continues to grow, and today is the time for the harvest.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

Princess Li and other important officials bowed respectfully and surrounded the Son of God.

"Is everything ready?"

The Son of God Xingtian said indifferently.

"It's ready."

"Your Highness."

Princess Li said respectfully: "All the offerings for the heavenly sacrifices have been prepared, and they have all been fed and adjusted to the best condition. The human destiny has been slaughtered, cut up and cooked, and we are just waiting for the Dao Court to collect it."

"In terms of defense,"

"The Lord of the Upper Palace of Gou Chen, the Lord of the Five Elements of the Big Dipper, the Lord of the Plague Heaven and other Lords have each dispatched their own divine armies from all four directions to lurk in the dark, protecting you and ensuring that the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens goes on smoothly."

Princess Li reported in detail.

This time, except for the necessary gods who stayed behind to maintain the operation of the Xingtian Dao Court, all the gods came out in full force to guard the Son of God.

This way, there is no risk of error.

"good!"

The Son of God Xing Tian smiled and said, "Let's ask the Star Lord of Shanggong of Gou Chen to hide carefully. Maybe we can catch one or two unexpected gains."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Princess Li respectfully accepted the order and left.

The Son of God Xing Tian led an army of billions of people from the Fortune Dynasty to pursue, and the Dragon of Fortune transformed by Tu Sanyi fled madly, with one chasing after the other.

Among these, there are many coincidences that seem chilling to outsiders, but Tu Sanyi and others are completely unaware of them.

For example, whenever they come to a world community, there will immediately be a well-maintained super teleportation array for them to use.

For example, whenever they wanted to deviate from the direction of the Tianlian Realm, they would immediately be struck by thunder and forced to deviate to the correct path.

The remaining luck of the Datu Dynasty remained in a tense state, and like a headless beast, it obediently flew towards the direction of the Tianlian Realm Capital.

This pursuit lasted for decades, and the dynasty's fortune and the people's hearts also gathered for decades.

The luck on the Son of God Xingtian became stronger and stronger, and he looked like a king who unified the universe. Countless human luck fell on him involuntarily. This was a natural formation of countless people's hearts, and it could not be stopped because the human luck was composed of countless human creatures.

This is the choice of human beings themselves.

Finally, after decades of chasing the enemy to the north, Tu Sanyi finally arrived at the Tianlian Realm of the Zhongqian World. In fear, he completely ignored his own capital and flew straight to a vast desert, entering this world of yellow sand with hundreds of thousands of his most loyal troops.

"here?"

"Why did I come here?"

Tu Sanyi suddenly woke up and wanted to struggle to escape, but he was too weak to do so.

He fell to his knees involuntarily, tears streaming down his face.

He was defeated miserably and couldn't even resist, like a chicken or duck with its wings and feet tied during the Qingming Festival, about to have its throat cut and its blood spilled as a sacrifice to God.

At this moment, two eyes hidden deep in the space slowly opened.

(End of this chapter)